Bad End Part 6 - Never let the pain stop

[goldenglasses]

CW: Noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, violence, imprisonment, confinement, bondage, sex toys, humiliation, body modifications, forced feminization, child death, sex slavery, forced pregnancy, degradation, miscarriages, mental manipulation, drug use, overdose, restraints, violence, torture, monster fucking, and everything awful. I feel I'm forgetting some warning so please be careful if you're reading this as we are going to go very dark.

Things only continue to get worse. Vash continues to spiral and loose himself the more the mind breaking continues. The mages continue to use Cyril like he's nothing but a toy to use and throw away. Yet, any chance they have to have together the love Vash and Cyril share together stays strong. For now that remains unbroken. With every day only getting worse that will continue to be challenged.

Cyril tries to look Vash in the eye. He may be disappointed by the way Vash's eyes drift to the side towards Cyril's shoulder. He tries to do it slowly and not draw attention to it, but as he's looking for it, it will be easy for Cyril to spot.



[name reference:
Chasind Warrior - Enid
Pack Leader - Roderic
Pack Warrior - Hyde
Pack Rogue - Alpin
Right bastard - Shira
Mage Male - Durand
Mage Female - Duclea
Creepy 'Doctor' - Nikolai
French Lady - Elyna
Mage - Arabelle
Mage - Eirk

Elf slave leader: Taenya
Taenya's son: Marikoth
Half-elves: Kythaela and Lierin
Cyril's replacement name: Lyra
Human Slave: Sarah
Master's Friend: Rupert
Two slave boys: Poppet and Honey
Cyril and Marikoth's child: Cassandra
Cyril and Vash's kids: Alex and Soren

The mages
Vash's master: Titus
One into elves: Claudius
Third mage: Aelius
Poppet and Honey's creator: Appius

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[goldenglasses]

Upon seeing his brother, a vision flashes in Vash's mind. One of rushing and jumping on top of his brother to get real satisfaction. He shakes his head and goes to pick up Soren. Hoping taking care of his sons will distract from that throbbing that's already starting to come back.

alrighty i should go to bed... have a good night!

[samahl]

Knives opens one eye to watch Vash through his fingers. Otherwise, though, he doesn't move.

Sleep well!

[goldenglasses]

Vash does his absolute best not to look at his brother. Too afraid by his lack of willpower right now. He throws his whole attention into taking care of and playing with his sons. They're able to distract him. At least for awhile.

By the time he's making dinner he's feeling uncomfortable once more.

[samahl]

Knives seems fine being still and quiet. It's almost unnatural. After Vash starts cooking, though, he finally gets up. He slowly rises while Vash is preoccupied and then moves to his side to help finish the food.

At work so random replies!

[goldenglasses]

It's clear Vash is struggling. He's sweating and shifting his weight constantly from one foot to the other.

"Did you want dinner tonight?" He asks when Knives comes over to help. Vash still can't look at his brother, but now it's for a much different reason.

[samahl]

"You seem unwell. I'll take over," Knives says simply.

[goldenglasses]

"I'm okay." He lies, but does no more to protest his brother taking over making dinner. Even as he feels a bit bitter that his brother is taking away his distraction from the desire that is currently driving him mad.

He feels like a mad dog again. The creature that had been chained and teased relentlessly until they released him onto Cyril and he--

Startled by his own recalled memories Vash drops the utensil he was handing over to his brother and a sharp intake of breath.

"Maybe I should go for a walk." He doesn't feel safe to be around his own kids right now.

[samahl]

It probably doesn't help that Knives seems to purposely be just a little too close.

When Vash finally does pull away, claiming he wants a walk, though, Knives doesn't force him to stay. He simply nods and continues to make dinner.

[goldenglasses]

That throbbing he feels only gets worse with his brother standing so close.

"You-- you're okay? With the boys and dinner?" He asks as he moves to the front door.

[samahl]

"Sure. You know I'll make sure they thrive," he waves Vash off for now.

[goldenglasses]

It hurt, knowing how right his brother is. How much more capable he is of raising his children than he is right now.

Vash simply nods his head. Leaving the cabin and heading out into the woods. Wanting some distance between him and the kids as he feels his emotions spiralling.

Was this his punishment? For killing Roderic? For all the pain that he's caused others? To suffer this humiliating desire forever? He's nothing but a wild dog.

Vash isn't even aware of the moment he falls to his knees. Pressing his forehead into the ground he starts to scream. He wails and yells. Everything he's tried to keep bottled up coming pouring out for several long minutes.

The twins might pick up on it, even being at a distance Cyril might feel it, Knives - attuned and having always been a Plant will certainly feel it. His brother spiralling and going slightly mad.

He grips his hands into his hair to stop himself from trying to touch himself again. Knowing that isn't what he needs or even deserves. He'll remain that way, hunched over and screaming, for a good solid ten to fifteen minutes. If no one comes across him in that time he will get up and find a river or lake to jump in before heading home.

hmm let me know if vash wouldn't be out this long...

[samahl]

It takes around an hour, but eventually, Vash is no longer alone in this clearing. Cyril is quietly approaching. He makes sure to reach out mentally before getting closer to give Vash time to get himself together.

It's more fun to say he is still breaking down

[goldenglasses]

By the time Cyril arrives, Vash has failed to keep his hands off himself. It just adds to his feeling of failure, but he has at least stopped screaming.

He is just trying to compose himself enough to go find a body of water to jump in and cool off in when he feels Cyril break through the noise of lust and misery he's drowning in.

You shouldn't be here! Vash is teetering too close to madness that he can't help but momentarily flood Cyril with the memories swirling in his head. Those of a doll he was trained to fuck like a rabid animal that occasionally suddenly turns into Cyril. Of furr and blood pressing down on him. The smell of gunpowder in a musty cave.

They all flash by in an instant before Vash gets a grip and stops it. It's not safe here!

[samahl]

I'm stronger now, love. Please let me help you. He does pause though, not forcing his way into Vash's space when Vash is panicking.

[goldenglasses]

I'll hurt you, I'll hurt you, I'll hurt YOUILLHURTYOUHURTHURTHURT.

I HURT EVERYONE!

[samahl]

Cyril responds with pain, clearly not used to sensing that kind of yelling. He rubs his head. "Vash, please," he calls out with his voice.

[goldenglasses]

He's hurting Cyril again. He pulls himself back. Familiar walls going up to try and keep Cyril out.

[samahl]

Cyril makes a frustrated noise and then heads past the clearing to get to the water where Vash is.

[goldenglasses]

When Cyril finds him, Vash is frantically splashing water onto his face. Doing his best to compose himself so he sounds somewhat normal when he speaks. Although he can't hide the way his voice croaks slightly from all the screaming.

"Cyril. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

[samahl]

Cyril sighs and shakes his head. "You're fine," he says. "I was thinking of taking a midnight dip anyway...."

[goldenglasses]

Vash chuckles without any real amusement behind it. "Yeah, sure you were." He sits back and glances out towards the water.

"Is this how you felt? How you feel all the time?"

[samahl]

Cyril is quiet for a moment. "Yes. Probably," he admits.

[goldenglasses]

"How can you stand it? I feel like I'm going crazy. How can I take care of our boys like this?"

[samahl]

Cyril is quiet for a moment. Finally, "I don't know, love. I feel like I'm always telling myself I can deal with it later, and then later, more and more things require my attention."

[goldenglasses]

"You're so much stronger than I am. I wish I could be as strong as you." Considering all he can think about right now is jumping Cyril and rutting into him.